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britney spears - ricky hil lyrics

[chorus: ricky hil]
fantasize, i wanna disappear
and i smoke a l and i sip a beer
i know the cops won’t get me here
i shave my head every day like i’m britney spears

[verse]
i know my haters hope i lose my tone
but i’m ricky hoe, i know i f*cking won’t
don’t burn me, bury me
i want my loved ones that strong to carry me

the b*tch said:”if you don’t want me to have your baby, then why you cum in me?”
and then the devil said:”if you don’t want me to live here, then why you summon me?”
i just say:”i wanna k!ll more, ’cause they makе fun of me. now come with me.”
i got satan sitting undеr me
god above me and a hoe making love to me
i tell her “get off me”, when she try to cuddle me
i lay down and the b*tch gonna straddle me
i fall asleep and them demons tryna battle me
they want a rivalry, but ain’t n0body high as me
i wanna die with me, ’cause she keep waving bye to me
she don’t hear me, that’s satan tryna body me
i’m the prince of the darkness, but colder
’cause i got a f*cking chip on my shoulder
young b*tch, you make me bored
ricky ride impala not a honda accord
i wanna put lead through my brain
everything you said to me, still feel the same

[verse:otl beezy]
every day i go brazy like i’m britney spears
every day, i shave my head like i’m britney spears

got a glock [?] like i’m britney spears
caught that n**** lacking, then i tat’ a tear
[?] with choppas, make these n**** fear
they say “it get better”, but it still feel the same
pouring pints of lean, tryna ease this pain
every day i thank the devil for this cocaine
and breaking sh*t down, we gon’ sell the whole thing
caught that n**** lacking, she he busts his brains
fantasies of suicide, so i let it bang
b*tch i’m fresh to death, like i k!ll myself
i stay popping percs, it’s bad for my health
i’m a sad boy, i got tatted tears
got the n***** scared, i’m who these n***** fear
i was born from pain, i’m hurting every year
pull up on opp, we gon’ empty clips
got a new glock, that b*tch on my hip
in the kitchen whipping with a bad b*tch
but she a sad b*tch, she just slid her wrist
b*tch, i’m sad too, so come and suck this d*ck
i just sold my soul, for like fifty bricks
[chorus: ricky hil]
fantasize, i wanna disappear
and i smoke a l and i sip a beer
i know the cops won’t get me here
i shave my head every day like i’m britney spears

- ricky hil lyrics

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